"No Duh-ffy, I didn't, like hit my head. I helped you. Your crazy friend goes magically cookoo and takes all of Sunnydale hostage. Your precious baby, Spike, is back with Drusilla, but he is like, fucking you at the same time. That freaky ghost of Tara is floating around and Willow has that weird magic chic that was some rat for god knows how many years as her house BDSM pet. Faith is working for Willow too and they worked to get Angelus back from his stupid soul. Of course I'd help you! Ask your sister and your pet Xander with the eye patch? I am sure you precious sister would know I have been helping you since she is dating Xander now."
She was a little sick of Buffy and her taunts, so she teleported to a few feet behind her, sitting on some lobby chair and watching her carefully, curled up in her fur coat.
"My question is how did you get inside her fortress, or how did you get me outside of it? Since, you know Willow wants you dead on sight, as does Darla and Drusilla and Angelus." She said with a smirk. "So, Slay-whore? Believe me now?"